Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild,
Hush! While in her heart she speaketh To the spirit of her child:
“Were we not to one another Once the sum of all sweet gain?
Say then—say unto thy mother, Shall we ever meet again? Darling, shall we meet again,
Knowing, loving one another?
“Ah! What weary, weary sorrows Have I known through loss of thee,
And what comfortless to-morrows Wait me in this misery!
Were we not to one another Once the sum of all sweet gain?
Say then—say unto thy mother, Shall we ever meet again? Darling, shall we meet again,
Knowing, loving one another?”